Slowly the depths of sleep pull away and you find your self still next to the skunk-woman. Blinking a bit, you also realize that you are still a skunk-man.
... But why? ...
The question in your mind interests you. She chose to make you like this didn’t she? And should she be the one to deside anyway?
The answer seems clear in your mind.
No.
Carefully, you ease your way away from her, obviously so as not to wake her up.
But to no avail.
“What, do you think you are doing?”
she says, some what bitterly.
“I suppose I could ask you the same question,” you reply back, matching her tone.
“I guess,” she responds, “But there is still no chance that the spell will ware off, if that’s what you were hoping for.”
“Not quite,” you say.
Leaving it at that, you quickly whip around, giving her no time to react.
Holding her down as she begins to struggle, soon becomes quite difficult, but in record time you get her under control.
Thinking fast, you plant your butt on her face.
‘It’s time this skunk-woman got what she deserves.’ you think, finding yourself surprisingly excited.
“What are you doing?!” her shout sounds quite muffled.
“What I want.” you answer...